Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Chapter 40 : Hidden Knife in the Smile

Asana looked enviously at the Roman soldiers beside her, her beautiful apricot eyes flashed with countless beautiful little stars.

These heavily-armored soldiers in red robes are well-disciplined and well-trained. The command system is efficient and orderly. Hundreds of flesh-and-blood half-elves, but like organ puppets with no thoughts, faithfully implemented all the orders of the upper echelons. When General Quintuchus commanded their actions, he was as casual as an arm.

And the barbarian soldiers under his own, although brave and good at fighting. However, he is often dazzled by the bloodthirsty desire to kill, only knowing the swarms of rush forward.

Look at the equipment gap between the two sides. Orc’s two hundred Skug cavalry, each wearing chain mail and warm fur, a heavy cavalry unit of this size, looking at the entire kingdom, only the heavy guards next to the King of Ostrogoth can match it. .

However, that team of heavy cavalry was unscathed by a team of centuries!

Although there is a suspicion of taking advantage of geographical advantages, it also illustrates the huge gap in equipment between the two sides. The crudely crafted killing weapon by the orcs, which could not be cut at all, was a wooden tower shield coated with a layer of hard iron on the surface. The spears and spears in Rome that were tempered and forged by countless dwarf craftsmen can easily tear the green armor!

“Mage! Destroy that pile of **** for me!”

“Yes.” Under the orders of Quintuchus, on the dark and withered arm of the male drow, a circle of arcane circle formed by light blue mysterious runes was suddenly wrapped. A small sulphur ball mixed with brown stains was also in his palm that looked like a skull and burned instantly, turning into a skull-sized red flame fireball.

Super Magic Casting, Spell Increase, Fireball!

“boom!!!”

A huge blazing fireball, driven by the light blue magic ring, is like a blood-colored shooting star, in the dim and cold sky, it traverses a scorching red arc, accompanied by a sharp and piercing whisper. The green-skinned trash mountain exploded. The blazing, blood-colored flames flew around, instantly turning the orcs’ blasting garbage into a huge bonfire.

“replace!”

Quintuchus gave orders again, and Oudepius immediately stopped singing that contained magic. Raising the eagle flag high, slowly withdrew back. The Roman soldiers of the First Squadron steadily retreated with the Eagle Flag. Let the fellow comrades of the second squadron take over the first-line posts. The four new bards sang loudly with the high-pitched drum horns again.

The second wave hit the hallway, the red **** with two legs that were the size of a lamb. They are small and round, without heavy orcs, so they are more flexible and light, and they soon rushed through the javelin sea of ​​the Roman legion that was dense and terrifying like a squally storm. The huge mouth bitten on the iron sheet of the tower shield fiercely!

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“Don’t look, those orcs are dead.” In the distance, Christina, hiding in the jungle, scratched her long, **** hair that was as smooth as a waterfall. “That city gate corridor is a trap set by the Romans. There are not enough people to fill it. The cavalry was wiped out, and the only siege machine was destroyed by flames. They had no other way of taking that eight-meter-high wall. !”

“Yes, according to our years of combat experience, the green-skinned monsters don’t understand what a “strategic retreat” is. They will only use the wildest and most horrible war and the bloodiest and miserable deaths to please them. Faithful god.” The old druid removed his eyes from the battlefield, unable to bear to see the terrifying image.

Hundreds of green skins huddled in the narrow corridor, making a mess. The one rushing to the front could not break the shield wall of the Roman Legion. Occasionally inflicting a little damage on the enemy, he will be quickly healed by being a war priest. And the orcs trapped outside are still exposed within the shooting range of humans! Slowly became a group of **** hedgehogs.

After a while, those piles of huge, sturdy green corpses would have blocked the passage of water!

“Oh, Greenskin doesn’t care whether it is the enemy or himself who is dead. They just want to use a hearty battle to please their warlord.” Kuronia said solemnly. “The enemy seems to have some way to see things in the dark. Coupled with the magic alarm that Magnus said… sneak attack has become a delusion.”

“Go back and say it later.” The Rouge Mare sighed heavily. Stepping on the cold and thick snow, leading the spectators to the temporary camp of the clan—thousands of fat goblins, wearing studded leather armor, holding spears and bucklers, and eating oily and smooth fat goblins, actually stationed Outside the camp?

“Ah, what a bright and beautiful blood-colored hair, what a majestic Chimera leather armor! You must be the new chief of the Bloodfury clan!” When everyone was horrified and confused, six black and white two colors, majestic Siberia Husky, pulling an oak forged sleigh, quickly drove in from a distance.

Painhurs squinted his eyes. Hell, the sleigh was filled with all kinds of gold and silver coins. Countless expensive precious metals have drowned a head that is four or five times fatter than the same kind. On the fleshy face, there is even a bear goblin with six layers of greasy chin dragged? !

Fat into this shape, but it is difficult to distinguish the type.

“Chief, you are finally back! This bear goblin, who is as fat as a pig, led people to surround our camp.

The land, but said that he didn’t want to fight, just wanted to do business, and entangled us for a long time! Everyone was about to cut him off, and you came back. “Looking at the returning chief, the people who stayed behind in the camp secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Peace! The trading kingdom of Galivex is here for peace and trade!” Looking at the arrogant tall centaur, the obese king who was almost a ball of flesh, raised a gold coin, almost as stout as a pillar. Bloated arms. He took off the golden crown that he wore on the top of his head, and let the finely crafted ring-shaped object follow his thick fingers and rotate rapidly in a clockwise direction.

“I want to sell a way to escape from this white disaster! As long as the chief pays gold equal to your body!”

“Heh! Let me guess, you want to say that there is a human fortress in the south. If we hit it down, we can reach the warm and spring Gretinian?” Christina drew the giant axe hanging on the side of the horse. He squeezed his hands twice and let out a disdainful sneer.

“what?”

Gary Vickers’ play with the crown stopped abruptly. The dark yellow eyes of the beast shrank slightly, looking at the scarlet centaur in front of him in surprise. Six layers of fat and greasy chin, accompanied by his chubby body trembling slightly.

“Have you… met those orc clans?” The Bear Goblin said tentatively.

“It turns out that they only got the news through you.” The petite and lovely Christian narrowed his beautiful **** eyes, raised the wound light crossbow, and aimed at the trade king’s layer upon layer of squeezing together. Bald head. “Since you know there is this way to survive, you meatball, why should you stay in this cold, terrifying storm? Your clumsy lie can just lie to the same kind and the orcs! Don’t expect us to be fooled too!”

“Damn it! Damn it!” The fat all over Gary Vickers was shaking slightly. This lie is indeed not clever. There are even loopholes, but now all nomadic clans have been driven to an end by this pressing white disaster. Even if they see through their own conspiracy, they will lead the tribe to try their luck and weaken the vitality of the Roman and Gothic coalition forces.

That’s right, if this continues, sooner or later, Visimiris Fortress will be weakened to the extent that it can easily be captured by its own trading kingdom under the repeated impact of monsters! To drive away wolves, this is the trick of the trade king.

As for the little clans that were reduced to ashes in the anger of the Romans? what! What’s wrong with me? !